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The Death of Purpose
Introduction
Purpose - what is the purpose of life and for that matter what is the purpose of death?
Have you stopped to think about it? Probably not, no one really does, that is until they are face to face with the grim reaper that is. Death like life is something we really never think about - we go about our business acting like every day is just a given, something expected and not a gift - a special gift that can be easily taken away at a moment's notice.
My father is a Mortician - better known by many as a funeral director. The dictionary describes a funeral director as: a person, a licensed embalmer, who supervises or conducts the preparation of the dead for burial and directs or arranges funerals. It's an odd description at best - but with how people feel about death and how they deal with those who work in such a profession - I expect such a dry cold description.
People fear death and they treat those who work in the profession with the same fear, distrust and taboo. People treat my father oddly, simply because of the profession he chooses to be in - of course everyone needs a Mortician - without a funeral director many families would not be able to say good bye to their loved ones in the way they desire to. But even knowing that, they treat my Dad with the same fear, taboo they treat death.
Being the son of a Mortician only means that I suffer from the same leery looks, the same uneasy stares and the stigma many have towards death and my father. No one likes death; it is a painful experience for those who yet live. It is not only the loss of a love one that we feel - it is the realization, the obvious and in your face acknowledgment that you are next, you too will die.
What is death?
Who truly knows what is on the other side?
Is there a large white pearly gate with gentle kind hearted Angles waiting to take you over to the happy bye and bye? Or is there a dark, scary, hateful end of torturous fiends who plan on consuming you whole? Even more frightening than all that is the beliefs that there is nothing on the other side - how sad, how horrible it is to think that after a lifetime of struggling to be noticed, to feel important, to have value and worth; the end turns out to be nothing. To cease to be, to stop existing, to become nothingness - that would be a far more terrifying thought to most than an eternity of torture in a dark abyss.
But again - what is death?
No one truly knows until you stand there before the Grim Reaper or as many like to call them - the Angle of death.
I say them, because there are many. There is no one Grim Reaper, no one Angle of death, there are many. I know because I have met several and I simply call them death.
Trust me; I can say this because I know a little about death - being that I have experienced death first hand.
To read more and to make comments visit the blog: The Death of Purpose - Blog
Introduction
Purpose - what is the purpose of life and for that matter what is the purpose of death?
Have you stopped to think about it? Probably not, no one really does, that is until they are face to face with the grim reaper that is. Death like life is something we really never think about - we go about our business acting like every day is just a given, something expected and not a gift - a special gift that can be easily taken away at a moment's notice.
My father is a Mortician - better known by many as a funeral director. The dictionary describes a funeral director as: a person, a licensed embalmer, who supervises or conducts the preparation of the dead for burial and directs or arranges funerals. It's an odd description at best - but with how people feel about death and how they deal with those who work in such a profession - I expect such a dry cold description.
People fear death and they treat those who work in the profession with the same fear, distrust and taboo. People treat my father oddly, simply because of the profession he chooses to be in - of course everyone needs a Mortician - without a funeral director many families would not be able to say good bye to their loved ones in the way they desire to. But even knowing that, they treat my Dad with the same fear, taboo they treat death.
Being the son of a Mortician only means that I suffer from the same leery looks, the same uneasy stares and the stigma many have towards death and my father. No one likes death; it is a painful experience for those who yet live. It is not only the loss of a love one that we feel - it is the realization, the obvious and in your face acknowledgment that you are next, you too will die.
What is death?
Who truly knows what is on the other side?
Is there a large white pearly gate with gentle kind hearted Angles waiting to take you over to the happy bye and bye? Or is there a dark, scary, hateful end of torturous fiends who plan on consuming you whole? Even more frightening than all that is the beliefs that there is nothing on the other side - how sad, how horrible it is to think that after a lifetime of struggling to be noticed, to feel important, to have value and worth; the end turns out to be nothing. To cease to be, to stop existing, to become nothingness - that would be a far more terrifying thought to most than an eternity of torture in a dark abyss.
But again - what is death?
No one truly knows until you stand there before the Grim Reaper or as many like to call them - the Angle of death.
I say them, because there are many. There is no one Grim Reaper, no one Angle of death, there are many. I know because I have met several and I simply call them death.
Trust me; I can say this because I know a little about death - being that I have experienced death first hand.
To read more and to make comments visit the blog: The Death of Purpose - Blog